Thoughts on a Chill June Afternoon.

I was Home this past weekend.
My parents have a new Jetta, and think I should get one, too, when I get back east.

My brother Josh had the soundtrack To "Wicked" in the car when I drove it. I'd heard "Popular" (which I thought was funny,) and "Defying Gravity" (which was alright) before, but this was the first time I actually got to listen to the soundtrack. I loved it. Really, really loved it. In particular, I like "No One ourns The Wicked," "What Is This Feeling," "Something Bad," "No Good Deed," and "arch of The Witch Hunters." Even "Popular" and "Defying Gravity" are so much better being in context. I bought the CD today.

I'm sad. I'm not exactly sure why. I have... a half dozen things to get finished before I'm done here and can move back to the East. Everytime I start to, though, I get paralyzed. I think this is somehow tied to the sad.

I think I am and always have been an idiot in love. I'm not sure there's any way to rectify this. Moving back to Virginia reminds me of this. I don't want to name names, but I wish I knew where Stephanie was. I don't think I'll ever know her again. And part of me doesn't think it would matter, anyways.

Back to packing. Or studying. Or writing up projects. Or maybe I'll just watch a movie. Or read a book.

Or go to bed.

The most productive I've been all day.

Just called Laurel, My Only Friend In Monterey's friend Vinnie to set up a time when he can help me move my stuff. So now I have to have most of my stuff ready to go Thursday at 5. No big deal if I have to walk a few things over that way. Good, good. That's one thing set up. only another half dozen more.

And, as a note, Laurel burns good mixes. -nods to this-

I have no sense of time.

It is, in fact, not Tuesday.
I need to find food, now...